“What does it mean, to get your kicks, anyway? Is that a sexual thing?” “I don’t know.” “If you’re kicking someone, when you’re having sex with them…you’re probably doing it wrong.”
I dreamt of a goddess place, like a nightclub but for the day or night, where people went to dance. It was confusing because it was big and dark, and I lost the people I went in with. Cell phones didn’t work right. I held a rattle, an orange plastic egg with beads in it,… Read More »
I got a wonderful missive in the mail, someone looking for a penpal and friend. She sent me a letter, a list of facts about herself, a bath recipe, some art she made. Very nice, just the kind of thing I like to receive. She’s quite a bit younger than I am, but that’s okay. … Read More »
Last night Ming was half-asleep and I was crying on him about death, feeling scared, touching his shoulder. Then this morning we were late to the Catholic Worker to serve. I was crying again, couldn’t stop. It would have been Dad’s 62nd birthday today. Do I remember how he really looked? Yes. How it felt… Read More »
Guest Blogger here again. We are having changes. We are resolute. Strength is what we want. In other areas of life … Yesterday we helped a friend move stuff out of storage. The coffee made for the day of the Dr. MLK Jr. Parade that was left over, is drunk. The bags of Japanese snacks… Read More »
The things to do multiply like bunnies. I’m proud of myself for making an agenda for the meeting. Then there are five more things to do because of the meeting. They are fuzzy and hop away before I can write them all down. My mouth feels salty from dinner, my neck hurts, and I can’t… Read More »
Today I drank leftover parade coffee so I feel kind of weird–need to relax. Then Ming gave me some Japanese snacks. We went to our friend’s house and met his puppy Falcor. She’s sweet. Talked in the living room. I might try to sneak in a tiny thing for the tiny thing cabinet. I got… Read More »
The icons were blessed yesterday.